Duckshots!

Long Winded Lessons! (Drake x Gladstone)

Ducktales 87
Original Darkwing Duck
Drake Mallard x Gladstone Gander

(Also credit to the original author who wrote something similar and gave me the idea. Don't know their @ ...sorry.)

"That's a fowl!" "Kick his ass, sweetheart!" "Bull shit!" "Boo!"

People yelled around him.

Drake knew soccer wasn't Gosalyn's favorite sport. Hockey held a special place in her heart. However, a sport was a sport to girl and it was hockey's off season.

Though Drake knew when she asked to join she had alternated motives. The principal had called before she got home explaining that some bullies were playing on the team and it might not be in Gos' best interest. So of course the first thing he did when she walked in the door that day was pull the paper from the bag and personally hand delivered it to the office the next morning.

Though now he was paying for it.

"Don't let her be too aggressive, Drake." One of the mothers, chanted for the seventh time.

"She doing fine. Why can't my son play like that?""Get angry, Phil!""These referees have been ignoring everything!""Hey, ref, don't let them hit my kid! Make some damn calls!"

These parents were getting unruly he needed a rest for them. Drake tugged his baseball cap lower in embarrassment.

"Really now, this is barbaric."

A new voice chided. Drake know instantly that it wasn't someone who regularly attend these soccer meets. He filled his time by cataloging the speech patterns of regular attendees, during dull moments of the game of course, that was usually when Gosayln had been benched and they were up several points.

He twisted to get a peak at the speaker who sat on the bleachers behind him with legs crossed. He was over dressed for a soccer game. He had on a suit and shined shoes.

"I hate to disappoint you, but it has been since the Romans." Drake's comment earned a twitch of the lips of the stranger.

"Humanity is caught in some kind of rut then, isn't it?" The comment was supposed to be humorous but Drake found it slightly ironic.

"I would dare say that this may be an improvement opposed to a colossal death." Drake couldn't hold back a laugh. 

The stranger slid down a row to sit next to Drake, their knees centimeters away.

"The Romans at least had the audacity to make the sport more romantic. Don't you think?" The man raised an eyebrow.

Drake thought he recognized him but he couldn't be certain. It was like he had seen him once in a movie or magazine but actors and models rarly found themselves in St. Canard so he rarely paid attention to them.

"The day that you make children's soccer seem romantic, Darkwing will concede St. Canard to 'good old' Gizmoduck." Drake held his hand up to the man, "Drake Mallard."

The man took his hand and shook it eagerly. The smile on the man's face made him regret that promise.

"Gladstone Gander." That's where he knew him from.